Saturday, June 29, 2013

Finding Venus transit . .


marked the time eleven twenty-three ...
paused as something presumed lost
unexpectedly located
myself : small, as a child - whole & shiny
a trace innocence
there
across the ridge of the distum pedis
and
the high hollow plant
my . . feet !?
there ...
all this time
underneath the weight of bones & fears
all along ...
on the trail ... this path leading
I am still here ...
still of air, still of blossom
tucked away with a box of crayons & johnny carson
perfect & eager
naked & smooth .... it is there
one's childness . . grounding groundling
still
with me ...
there.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Today ….

Of what do YOU long for … ??   ☜ step inside 

think about it
write about it
tell yourself …
color outside the lines . . . today



Monday, June 24, 2013

solstice


larked skipped
purple thistle blade
grass sworn
soil rain lemonade

tangerine pillows
pierced pony neigh
white bark swallow
thunder star-way

loves felted walnut
sweet cherry song
snow echoes holding
suns waiting arms . . ..

Thursday, June 20, 2013

scorpio moon 18° 53'













i am a charismatic trick-pony rider
with an assignment to stand in the grass
barefoot
no glitter socks or rodeo boots
i am terrified - grass is unpredictable & liquid green
( i like socks,
they remind me of the softness of things
and the vertical )
the assignment was to stand in the grass
to drop the reins . .
close my eyes
and
throw arms open
allow the pony to gallop around the sun
. . .
can i handle the light
as it penetrates the veil
can i accept the burn ?
bring it in
and
if i do  . .
will
I
ever
want
to
leave
it  . .
the assignment was to stand in the grass
barefoot
stunning coolness
release
&
burn


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

one












The ball that is you
throbs & thrums
with a sound falling somewhere between
a
meadowlark's song & the sound of sighs
there is an echo of thunder in my bones
as the ball expands & contracts
expands & contracts
with
each
breath
each beat of blood rising
and
falling ,,,,
in the center of heart, my chest
this ball
becomes summer's crescendo of heat
and
moon-knowing
this ball becomes
me. 

"знание леса"











i thought i wrote this moment,
inked it out
perfectly story-boarded with a crack team of hollywood writers
pencil behind my ear, as i nod & drink coffee, or merlot,
looking fabulous & pretending to be only so
interested  . .
predicting the whiz-bang-heart-beat, the tasty blend of bile & dry cotton in my mouth
it would be morning, early & pink
and i would be rising ; putting on sweats, chopin & coffee
when suddenly i would trip over you ... somehow.  dramatic in 1080 pixels
( soundtrack available on itunes june 16th )
inked out . .
but when the first cadence of your words hit me  ::
the proper capitalization, the pace & repetition
and i mean " to the nines . .  the rough, the smooth . .  the escape "
my eyes closed, my breathe caught
i smiled  ( just a wee wry smile, lips closed sorta smile ... small, barely perceptible sorta smile )
& i breathed
deep
slowly ....
of honey-suckle
iris, wet green grass
& pie.
a home-made, from scratch sweet-cherry-pie  . .
cinnamon & sugar dusting on the top
slightly warm with french-vanilla ice cream
real french-vanilla with all those little wee flecks of bean
and i could smell & taste , and i could feel
i could feel ...
the amber-raw-silk of you -
protective, sure & hard & ohh so tender
the older i become, the less i know ....
except for this
one
thing .
i did not anticipate
the exploding levity of my heart
honestly !! - the unmistaken taste of bile & cotton-white
and yes , ,
yes
that pull of heat & want & sex & surrender . . it's there.  damn.
it's all there
. .  and then .....
with each word
i fell from time
the thunderstorm rolled in
& rain fell storying
the layered complexity & beauty of life & love
bolting right thru me  ....
grace was untethered by our intimacy
and sureness sleeps in the mandrin-knowledge of skin to skin . .
complete, unconditional sweet-cherry-pie
love


Friday, June 14, 2013

mid june











Listen,
to that particle fullness
chirping
beneath this ecru canvas
expansive
and
rolling, rolling  . . .
somedays nothing comes to the surface
but
the clouds of this storm, this rain
faling, falling
cycles & spirals
carousels of summer
thunder comes
once again


Thursday, June 13, 2013

like water .....










you stood there . .
at the river's edge
relaxed & leaning ...
devoid of expectation & artifice
there was no awkward moment
no hesitation
just melt & surrender
pressed
hard
yielding ...
as if your skin was transparent & open
molecules permeable
to the addition of another form
my skin simply melted away
leaving sureness
swallowed whole to the nevermore
soaking up every fear & broken need
moving into some kama sutra of always
moving into light & darkness with
my hand tucked under your thigh
a fit easy & knowing
as we drove to ....
does it matter ?
i can't recall .
we colored outside the lines
with our intimacy  . . .
with our naked need to posses & release back to the wild
the golden blueness of us -
transformed & always loved
completely :
regardless
of the current


Monday, June 10, 2013

gemini moon


Life
is
but a dream waking . .
ecru edged
distant as a soft thrumming water-echo
pulsed prism'd
the scent of catalpa on a perseid wind
crickets & cars
rivers & highways
thrum thrumming . . .
diamond blade deep along the swan-line
stones & bones collide
as
choice
tears at our feathered gossamer self
or
fires us to fearlessness
dive & rise
dive & rise
oh being of comet-dust
dive & rise

Thursday, June 6, 2013

pausing



















opal ....
fractured dawn of the yellow fitch
tincture of lemon balm
fragrance of yarrow & peony
morning is hollow of disappointment
yet echo's of a dream outlined in ash
tasting of red clay & coneflowers blue
stay this moment ...
hold close the cardinal song
and wait there beneath the crab apple for a sign ...
sign of rain
sign of awakening
sign of aquarius
a sign . .
stretch this dawn into evermore
eating oatmeal with brown sugar & butter
with 3 sunshine dogs
and
a yellow fitch

Saturday, June 1, 2013

imprinted















no watercolor words reside here ...
merely the realization
discovered as summer storms weave across these golden plains
a knowledge of attachment & bond
underneath fragile-boned-bird-skin
this elegantly tattered, feathered hole
where my petaled-heart once beat
thumped & beat ....
infinite, dark & open
growing older
day by day
year by year
growing old without the press of your hand
in mine ....
secret blood-bonds & wanderlust
collide
in this day
rooted in some ancient woodland realm
splendid of evening's summer grass & moonlight orgasm
wickedly imprinted upon my heart & yours ...
our equation written in labyrinthine script of
celestial blue-green carousels
performed just for me ....
this day
fear & love & cherries
are tossed & blended
into this
delicate
exquisite
gypsy cake ....
happy birth-day !!
and journey on sweet gemini-girl
to capture pockets of
the sun
to fool that feathered, shadowed hole
into believing the story, tossing you
this cluster of peonies &
filling my arms with moonlight
this day
birth
day ...
journey on - story on
wicked, gypsy gemini-girl .
this is where sorrow resides ....
here
at twilight
this hour where the only sound is the
morning dove's lament
hollow & transported
maple seeds whirl to the ground
in direct ratio
to the swift rolling of the cumulus clouds
closing that sky-blue window
of daylight
the bottom is not
really the bottom
it is found here in the sideways portion of our show
tilted & lonely
stripped of expectation & heart
hold
your breath
and bear that weight
as
suddenly
the wind shifts
and
the air is perfumed with magnolia
and
it smells of rain
and hope
once again